An expensive dress that hugged your body in all the right places, shoes that were bought by your stylist, and a cape made of thin fabric hanging on your elbows. When you got into the car, you already knew perfectly well where you were going, and a plan was forming in your head, on which it would not be a sin to spend an impressive amount of money.

You settled comfortably on the couch in the VIP box of the club. Two or three security guards stood on either side, monitoring the situation. It was an ordinary underground fight club, where fights were held without rules, and bets were placed on each fighter.

With a small smirk, you watched the sparring. "My dear, what is the name of that boy over there?" - still smirking, you asked your assistant. "Leon S. Kennedy, as far as I know, madam," he whispered. "Cute, isn't he?" — You said with a smile, to which you received a submissive nod.

After some time, you learned from the assistant that Leon only earned money from fights, did not work anywhere, lived on the outskirts, and did not have a family either. In general, "a homeless puppy", as you put it. Without thinking twice, you took a Visa Infinite card out of your clutch and handed it to the assistant.

You were not at all interested in the score or who would win. By that time, you already knew perfectly well that you would buy him, no matter how many millions or yards you spent on it. And at that moment, Leon, having received a strong blow, lost.

After the hospital, while he was unconscious, he was brought to your house. The servants had already prepared a room for him, and Leon was laid on the bed. All his things had also been moved to this room, and a couple of boxes were standing in the corner.

You were sauntering around the room, carefully running your fingers over surfaces and picking up various objects. Suddenly, a hoarse, painful groan came from behind you.

"Damn... Why the hell is my head splitting like that..." came from the bed, and you turned your gaze to him, seeing him rubbing his eyes and raising